No Place Like Home

Some times it feels as if the road is home. Big sky, two lanes taking me anywhere.

Spending time away from NYC gives one a different perspective upon return. The buildings loom taller, the people seem more than just extras in a film or television show, a perceptible difference of  a season's sunlight  becomes more palpable.

A visit to St Patrick's on a September day reminded me of my Roman Catholic roots.  The iconography depicting the passion of our Savior used to terrify me. Now it is strangely comforting.

Peace to all who have lived to face such times as times as these where indiscretions of the past become indignities of the present. May what divides us make us stronger as we come together and address injustice. Let us make corrections where it is in our power to do so.

Hurricane Florence Poems

In the tense hours before and during the storm, my mind had the space to compose some poems.

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Who built this road?

I’ll never know

I can only find out

Where it goes.

Who cleared the path?

What man? What woman?

What child ate because of

Their labor?

Who built the sky?

And mountains on

The horizon?

What God? Or Goddess

Filled the desert?

Who built this road?

I will never know. But now,

I must discover

Where it goes.

Perhaps I can find it

On a map. Or perhaps

I will just drive.

Uncle Stew 

Enigmatic tear from a place

so far

A well too deep

Perhaps dust

from a star

Mote in the eye

of a cry

Single tear

rivulets of tears

Sobs of grief

howls of laughter

cries for joy

All one expression

drops of water

made inside

a human being

But belonging

to

Eternity

I am back on the road to NYC to resume my job there. Expect more poetry will come to me on the long drive. I feel great love for all in my life. Thank you for the lessons. I am humbled and blessed to know you.

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Never Forgetting...But Moving On...

9-1-1. 3-4-3.

Never forgetting does not have to mean always remembering. That is what I have done for a long time. Always reliving that day. Sometimes I would lose myself in the memory. If you were to be with me in those moments...or for those hours, you could tell I was not with you. I was in downtown Manhattan when the planes hit the buildings.

I want to thank you who have understood that over the years and have been there for me when I decided to return from the dead and join the living.

I am looking forward now. Remembering the good and leaving the worst behind.

I am going back

Today

So I can say goodbye

To yesterday

2017

I return to

My past

So, at last, I can rest

2001

So I can finally

Leave

Like I left that building

Which collapsed behind me

 And covered us in

Dust of hate’s

destruction

2013

I will forget

I will now

Not never

 Yet ever

The horror

The bravery

The guilt

The honor

2013

Will remind me

To remember

What we did

After the Fall

2002

2001

I will go back

And then

Go forward

For Love

2001

DAVID J RANSOM

Things I remember about my father: Everyone always commented on how alike we were in physical appearance. 

What I loved about dad, is he knew how different we were, and he loved me for those differences. He encouraged them. Demanded them. 

Today, on the day we note the 10th year since his suffering ended, I have faith that he, along with all the dearly departed, are somehow aware of us, and our lives, and how much they want for us all to be happy. 

God bless and keep you daddy, in the bosom of her heart.

LABOR DAY

For those who work, those who make, who think, create, organize, implement, contemplate, formulate; for those who do, who study, for those who work with their hands, those who work with their minds, for those who make the wheels and those who set the wheels in motion, for those who drive, build, invent, conceive, give birth...for all we do...I salute you. Today is our day to reflect on what it means to work. The great gift of labor. The privilege it is to build a life from nothing but the energy our bodies create. From the love of our hearts, the vision of our minds, may we figure out a way to move forward into a better tomorrow...